Abercynon, Mid Glamorgan
Abercynon maps
Historic maps of Abercynon and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Abercynon maps
Historic map of Abercynon
Illustrated Victorian map of Mid Glamorgan
Historic Map of any Abercynon postcode
Memories of Abercynon
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memories of Abercynon
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Many Rememberance Sundays were spend at the Abercynon Clock by members of the Abercynon branch of the Glamorgan Army Cadet Force .
Shared on 26 May 2008
Mid Glamorgan memories
by Jeff Owen
When I think of times gone by
and love the only norm
We held each other deathly tight
and woke to see the dawn
Now I wait to see the morn
an empty shell inside
It seems a life time that I lay
with you and me beside
I cry as loud as vultures high,... [more]
Shared on 23 September 2009
by Jeff Owen
The falls will mesmerize your brain,
for long if you just stare
The visions will prevail for sure and bring on great despair
Ignore them for their petty worth;
they are the tricks of mind
Many souls have come and gone believing as if blind
When conscious doubts invade... [more]
Shared on 18 September 2009
by Jeff Owen
The way to the Beech was long for my legs
it made us all men from when we were ten
We climbed up the quarry to get to the fence
clustered with holes that let the sheep go
Trouser leg ripped
blood on my sock
I know that at bedtime I... [more]
Shared on 15 September 2009
by Jeff |Owen
My valleys not green
no carpets of fern
or bluebells white snowdrops where chaffinches flirt
Missing are buttercups
daisies in rows
We traded them all for bare nesting for crows
It doesnt have hills of golden fine sand
Its anthracite black
and has pyramid mounds
Camouflaged meagerly
Shared on 15 September 2009
by Jeff Owen
Sculptured from memory my castle of sand
of trips to Porthcawl
in a new charabanc
Indestructible,
fort like and strong,
with turrets and drawbridge
to hold back the throng
Flags on my castle,
dragons for sure
to... [more]
Shared on 15 September 2009
by Jeff Owen
Shuffling along Rhossilli shore
disturbing trillions minute homes
Consider those whose death we trod
careless fools with every clog
Each one his own
not made by man
mystery temples hewn of sand
Blinded mind
each grain compares
as sparkles light the misty air
Mariners retort from beyond
carried... [more]
Shared on 06 September 2009
Let's dig up the memories related to the Boeth School. My first input is about Mr Richards, who beat the hell out of me almost weekly. Can anyone beat that?I know we can have a good laugh at this, so let me know.
Jeff Owen.
Shared on 23 December 2008
Extracts From Abercynon & Mid Glamorgan books
Displaying a selection of extracts from Frith books about Abercynon, inspired by Frith photos.
South Wales Photographic Memories
The town has an important place in industrial history, for it is the southern end of the railway line on which the first steam locomotive ran in 1804. Richard Trevithick's tramway from Merthyr to Abercynon led the way for the railway boom of the 1840s. This development, of course, meant the demise of the canals.
This is an extract from South Wales Photographic Memories.
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Porthcawl Photographic Memories
Here we see the entrance to the harbour. The wooden posts on the right are all that remains of the two original piers. The white wooden huts on the left were used by the local air-training
This is an extract from Porthcawl Photographic Memories.
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Porthcawl Photographic Memories
This is one of the earliest photographs of the new dock after the work was completed in 1867. It shows the coal hoists and also the Jennings Building, which was a warehouse and sawmill. The small building on the extreme left was the Customs House. On 5 July 1867, Robert Howell, the landlord of the Harbour Inn, fell into the old dock and was drowned. His body was recovered, and at the inquest... [more]
This is an extract from Porthcawl Photographic Memories.
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